Bab 64: Chapter 64: Tactics
Before going on stage, Link had asked himself many times in his heart, if it was before the Golden Gloves, if he met Lorenzo Aragon, could he beat him, the answer is no.
At that time, even if he had rich experience in competitions, he was far inferior to Aragon in terms of physical condition and boxing skills.
According to his current growth rate, there is about two years of difference between his physical condition and Aragon's.
Link also asked himself, if he met Aragon in the Golden Gloves finals, could he beat him, the answer is also no.
Aragon is much better than Andre Berto. He has won the World Championships boxing championship and the Olympic 69 kg silver medal. He is an excellent boxer in all aspects, much better than himself who has only resumed training for two months too much.
If you meet him on the Golden Gloves, you will definitely lose.
But now Link is full of confidence in defeating Aragon. This kind of confidence is not Ah Q spirit, nor is it metaphysical, but a real feeling.
This feeling was accumulated bit by bit in this qualifier.
In the first round of the qualifiers, relying on his strong punch weight and superb skills, he defeated and KOed the Mexican star Matthias Ezekiel Vargas Martin.
In the second round of the qualifiers, he defeated and KOed Canadian boxer Dennis Urs, who has extremely tenacious willpower, with his airtight offensive rhythm and strong resilience.
In the third round of the qualifiers, with his keen judgment and rich experience in competitions, he discovered the injury of his opponent Rosniel in time, found his weakness, and forced the opponent to give up the game early.
In the fourth round, facing Peters, who has extremely high resistance to blows and defensive power, he smashed the opponent's chin with fierce fists, made a hole in the opponent's iron wall defense, and caused the opponent to surrender.
In these four rounds of competition, he successfully defeated his opponents through his own advantages and strengths without much chance of winning. These victories have greatly improved his mentality and self-confidence.
This process is growth.
Compared with continuous exercise, the growth of strength and speed, the growth of mentality and belief is also very important for boxers.
Because of continuous victories and continuous accumulation of mentality, Link has the courage to face Lorenzo Aragon head-on in the boxing ring, as well as the belief to defeat the opponent.
Link looked at Aragon opposite, and said with a light smile: "Aragon, are you nervous?"
Aragon opened his black and white eyes, "You should be the one who should be nervous, don't forget this is Cuba, my home court."
"No, no, I think you must be more nervous than me at this time, after all, you are going to face a guy who has KO'd all opponents, including Peters who almost tied with you, so you should be very nervous. "
"Humph! Ridiculous!"
Aragon moved his nose disdainfully.
Link smiled and said: "Besides this, look at the surrounding auditoriums, more than 10,000 Cuban people came to the scene with national flags to support you, how much they hope that you can defeat that American in Havana and keep the American championship in Havana, Cuba , If you do it, you will become a hero in the hearts of the Cuban people, if you don't, you know the consequences better than I do.
So this time you must not fail, you must win, you cannot let those who support you down, but your opponent is a very powerful guy, you are not 100% sure of defeating him, you are afraid of failure, afraid of letting everyone Disappointed, you are nervous, right?"
Link said slowly.
Aragon stared at him, his fists clenched unconsciously, and the muscles in his body tensed unconsciously.
"Look! I guessed right, didn't I? You're nervous, your mentality starts to get messed up, your mind starts to think wildly, if I'm right, you'll lose this game, the masters will fight, often not in boxing , but in mentality, your heart is already in chaos, how can you defeat me?"
"Shut up!"
Aragon said through gritted teeth.
"Aragon, don't listen to him, don't be misled by his words."
Saron shouted from under the ring.
Link smiled lightly, "Sorry Aragon, if you were abroad, you might have won me, but in Cuba, you carry the hopes and burdens of too many people, you are doomed to lose this game."
"You are wrong, I will definitely beat you, I will get at least 30 points from you."
Aragon gritted his braces and said firmly.
"Good luck!"
Link nodded.
Seeing Aragon on the opposite side, Link couldn't help but think of the former trapeze artist from the East. He could create amazing results abroad, but he couldn't even start normally at home. Not only because of his leg injury, but also because he was starting. He bears too many expectations and burdens on his body, the pressure is too great, how can he fly.
But it doesn't mean that Aragon will definitely lose this game, and he will win steadily. This is just a psychological tactic: suppress the opponent's confidence infinitely and disintegrate the opponent's fighting spirit.
Whether in the ring or on the battlefield, the role of this tactic is sometimes more brilliant than the victory on the frontal battlefield.
Naturally, Link would not think that he would win just because of Aragon's anger and nervousness. If he dared to think so, he would definitely lose. After all, Aragon is a person who has experienced many competitions. How nervous is he at this time? Really nervous or pretending to lure the enemy?
Before there is no competition, it is not possible to make a judgment based on the opponent's expression hastily. All you can do is, no matter what state the opponent is in, you must go all out, and win the game cleanly and neatly.
'Come on Link!'
Link clenched his fists.
The ring referee came over, checked the equipment of the two, and announced the rules of the game.
"Aragon must win!"
"Aragon Champion!"
The audience shouted loudly, and the cheers were deafening.
"Come on Link!"
Compared with the cheers for Aragon, this voice seemed more monotonous and loose.
"Guys, use a little more force, how about making your voice louder?"
On the second floor of the stands, Fatty James shouted, waving his flag.
"No, I've been yelling for so long, my throat is about to smoke, let's rest for a while."
Daniel sat down, took a bottle of mineral water, and gulped it down.
"James, Link knows that we are here to support him, so there is no need to shout so loudly. Besides, there are more than 10,000 Cubans here, so we can't shout louder than them with just over a hundred of us."
Michael slumped on the chair, fanning himself with a sun hat.
The others were similar. After shouting at the Cuban audience for dozens of times, their mouths were dry, their voices were hoarse, and they didn't have much strength to shout anymore.
"Okay, that's all we can do, the rest is up to Link."
James frowned and looked at the boxing ring and said.
"Don't worry, Link will definitely win."
Franco Duva also looked at the boxing ring and smiled.
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"Catherine, do you think Link can win?"
In the first tier of the auditorium, Selena Gomez took a few photos of Link on the stage, and looked back at her aunt Catherine Baker who was talking to Anna.
"Yes, he has an amateur record of 21 wins and 21 wins, and he has never lost."
Catherine looked at the boxing ring and said.
"That's not necessarily true, look here, there are all Cuban spectators, more than 10,000 people are cheering for Aragon, Link will be under a lot of pressure when he hears their shouts, he will definitely lose, oh, poor Link, I hope he won't cry after losing."
Selena Gomez looked at the tall and strong boy on the camera screen, and secretly exclaimed that it was incredible. I haven't seen him for a few years, how did this guy become so handsome, his cheeks are like a knife and axe, and he even has six-pack abs. Come out, is this guy really his unreliable cousin?
"Link will never cry."
Hearing someone talking next to her, Selena turned her head to the left. The person who spoke was a young girl sitting next to her.
She was wearing a printed T-shirt, ripped jeans, a white baseball cap, and her blond hair was tied into a refreshing ponytail. She had fair skin, healthy pink cheeks, a fur bracelet on her wrist, and a bit of literature and art. The temperament of young women.
What made Selena frown even more was that the girl had a pair of slender and round long legs, about 180 in height, so much taller than herself, if she wanted to tap her forehead, she could reach it, Selena always had nothing to do with herself. Girls who are taller have a lot of affection.
"How do you know?"
"Link is a strong boy, he will not only not cry, but he will also defeat Aragon and become the American champion and world champion!"
Taylor said, clenching her fists.
Selena blinked her big eyes, and understood a little, this girl must be a brainless fan of her cousin.
I haven't seen each other for a few years, and even Link has fans, it feels amazing.
(End of this chapter)
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